Here is my re-write (semi) of Not What It Seems, hope you like it.
Prologue- Here Lies What's Left of Us
Here lies what's left of us.
The gunshot that cracked as a young boy's body hits the ground.
The hand seemingly made in blood-red design pulls back with a deadly smirk as the protestor falls.
The friend is held back by the others, his eyes a deadly fire of tears.
The first sights and sounds of a revolution.
Here lies what we used to be.
And rising again, is someone ready to fight.
I know it's short, but I have a whopper next chapter coming up!